O Holy Child,
born in the quiet of night,
even now your life carries sorrow and light.

A star guides the seekers,
gifts speak of kingship, divinity, and the grave.
Simeon lifts you and whispers of the sword,
yet your tiny hands hold triumph yet to come.

O Christ, born to suffer, born to rise,
make our hearts ready to see your mystery
and kneel in awe at the wonder of your coming.